How to grow a Money Tree

money plantIt is a fascinating idea to have full grown trees with branches spreading wide open in the sky and leaves as green as sapphire and for it to be occasionally burdened with some golden fruits. Replace these leaves from the wallet owned greens and substitute the golden fruits by coins. What do you get – A Money Tree.

Parents work hard to instill the right attitude, values and behavior in us right from our childhood. I remember my father working hard. They all do and nothing has changed about that. My mother, I remember, tried to manage the house and us along with our small and big desires, needs and wants. Parents have a difficult life as we (children) enjoy as much as we can and till the time we can.

It would be unfair to expect them to be happy all the time. With all the grown up issues and responsibilities they do tend to snap at times. Which I think is only fair, as I’m dealing with them now. Whether single or married, children or no children we all have a whole lot of problems which need fixing. Some are quick fix issues and some are like the bathroom pipes  leaking after every six months of repair and some get a permanent fixing like cement poured on the ground never to come off until broken.

The issues might have transformed in shape and size but the nature still remains the same. The grown up problems (or financial health of a person or a family) affect children’s allowance directly.

One day…when 11 or 12, I had asked for some money but got some blah! blah! blah! in return. So, I decided to do something for myself.

I took some coins and notes from my pencil box – where I stored some (not all) money. It gave me an easy access to my savings. In addition to my pencil box I stored money… in a book, in a small pouch hidden beneath a pile of clothes, in a piggy bank, in a handmade paper envelope under the mattress. Then there were places completely forgotten about until a day I miraculously discovered them. Of course, it was a bumper prize for me and my face glowed like a 100 watt bulb.

With a coin and note in my hand I stormed out of the room. I declared anger by slamming the doors and utensils – my normal representation of anger. The door slammed with a big noise right behind me. The bang was powerful enough to swallow my mother’s voice. My name was already lost in the big bang boom as the door shut right behind me. My small steps made its way out of the room in great hurry.

With determined steps I marched towards the garden. Scanning through each and every spot, plants and trees, pots both empty and full I stood with the note and a coin in my hand. There was a spot by a cactus plant. Yes, that was a perfect spot. It was a safe place. In my absence the cactus plant would mother my money plant.

I was going to grow a plant – my own money plant. This would grant me independence and I’ll be saved from asking money from my parents (so, I thought). At that moment a child’s true imagination had overpowered me making be oblivious of the probability of a money plant actually not manifesting in my garden.

Deciding on the spot I looked at other particulars. Knowing that coins are made of metal – I didn’t worry much. However, I was worried about the note after all it is paper. So I covered it nicely in a plastic sheet and glued both the ends.

I dug a small hole. Put the encased note and coin in it, covered it with dark brown earth and poured some water on it. I had seen my mom planting the seeds in the same manner. My small palms were covered in soil and my nails were dark in colour by now. But all the hard work made me happy as I was looking forward to a time – an owner of a money plant.

I think the money still remains buried at the same place. No one knows of the money or my action. I wonder when did I lose track of it not growing. I realize now that it was a childish act but my imagination and intention was pure at that time.

Now that I have faced the hard truth like everyone else – that money don’t grow on tree trunks – and everyone has to work for it.

As children, we are the owners of our own imaginations. We do not think of the consequences. We are at a time, when we act with our ignorance and rest everything in a container called – believe. Over a period of time as the money tree did not come to life my imagination also got buried in the soil of reality.

The language of silence

ssshhhhh____silence__please_by_lnefer-d3c38be

For some silence brings anxiety attacks, but not to me. I find much comfort in silence. I can say the journey of me and silence has been as old as I am (that would be not too old as 50’s and not too young as 20’s).

As a child, I grew up in a joint family, with grandparents, aunts and uncles and of course my parents. You might be trying to figure out silence amidst the chaos of so many family members. Staying in a joint family is not always peaceful and enjoyable like a story book picture where everyone and everything seems to be happy. Actually there were some good days and many bad days. My father had a transferable job, and it was decided between the two parents that mother and I should be staying at my grandparents.

The arrangement was made; father was working peacefully without being worried about us. Mother and I were staying without disturbing my father and at the same time I was getting educated with all the family attention and drama.

My parents used to fight, as a child you could always sense it. As the fight use to begin, it was never a matter to be solved between the two of them; the entire family use to jump into the fight. What did you think of me? A child, yes I was a child who could easily sense the tension in the air. And of course I used to get scared at first, then it became more like watching a live movie (except I was a child and didn’t pay for the tickets).

So, what could I do? I used to run away and sit in the garden. Thankfully we had a garden; garden with beautiful flowers and not thorns like the harsh words exchanged during the fight. Silence…and long silence used to be mine. Sometimes I used to spend hours sitting there. I remember at first I used to think why the fight, who is to be blamed, is it the same in every house. But then came a moment of silence and it dissolved all my feelings and pain. Suddenly all the things happening in my family stopped affecting me anymore.

Then I moved out off house to start my career. I was filled with newness of life. Everything was different as life looked quite promising to me (like any other teenager).

After working the entire day, where would you go, yes home. At that time as I was a fresher and a not yet married; home was a cozy room with a bed, a side table with a study lamp, a cooking stove and some utensils. Yes, that was it. So, what about silence, if I had been working and just crashing into the bed all tired after the day’s work; where was silence in this scenario. Coming to that point; there were weekends and I used to spend those by just sleeping or shopping. Then came a point where I was no longer interested in these and I didn’t have any friends as such (it was a new place and everyone was a stranger to me).

So, what new could I do? I started to read. When I got bored of that as well, I used to be silent for long hours. It helped me to think and re think about my life, about my goals, about my next steps in life.

Then I met my husband the boring days were gone (so, I thought, but they will come in the future). We moved to a different city and then he suddenly became busy, very busy. He used to leave for work in the morning at eight and come back late at night.

I didn’t have any company other than the walls and all the tangible things in my house. We used to talk very less, not because there was tension between us, but because he didn’t have the time.

Then again, came along my way; long lost silence. This time it was not the calm understanding me that I had faced earlier. I was much disturbed and frustrated; thinking why was I being ignored. Was it my fault or his, thinking what had changed in our relationship.

Silence and complete silence told me it is nobody’s fault. He is working hard for us (and of course for himself as well). In silence I got rid of all the negativity that was polluting my mind.

Silence never eat me up, but always gave me a sense of understanding and calmness. It taught me to be patient and helped me to deal with the situations that I faced.

Every country has its own language, and language again is broken to different dialects based on the regions. Similarly I believe, silence to be a language on its own. Silence can make some people uneasy, but that is not its true nature. Silence can be interpreted in many ways. I would like to think that it helps to emote in a better manner. Emote as in not only emotions but also helps to relate to our problems, situations and sometimes those nasty and not so nasty people that we have to deal with in life. Of course, you are free to have a different viewpoint at any given time.

When parents look at their new born, the silence is that of a miracle.

When parents watch their children walk, the silence is of happiness.

When parents watch you go on your first date, the silence is of amazement.

When you leave your parents in search of a job and achieving you dreams, the silence is promising.

When you face rejections in life and interviews, the silence is of desperation.

When the girlfriend/ boyfriend ditches you, the silence is heartbreaking.

When you have proved yourself in life, the silence is a successful one.

When someone dear passes away, the silence is to remember.

When you try to remember the people who are long gone, the silence is of missing and sometimes regretting.

So, haven’t we all observed silence in our lives. We all have faced silence in our happy days and sad days too. The life continues in silence, but we hardly notice it because it all happens without us being in silence. There are some who like to flow with the hustle and bustle, and then there are some who follow the silence. Some enjoy the beat of chaotic life while the others listen to the silent tune of silence.

Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence